Small Pack - Part 8
A/N: I am SO SORRY for how long it is taking me to finish this story. I had a bit of a block and then this song came on the radio and I just knew how I wanted everything to end. I wouldn’t recommend listening to the song until you get to the party. I really appreciate all of you who have asked about this and were still into it. This is the final chapter.
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Pairing: Dean x Werewolf!Reader
Summary: A werewolf with no taste for human blood finds her way into Dean’s life and the consequences are heavy.
Word Count: 2858
Warnings: angst, fluff
Once out the house, Hank safely in Garth’s care, you twisted and turned reaching for Dean’s scent. Sam opened Baby’s trunk and began to load up on weapons as he waited for your signal. When you caught the trail, you waved your flashlight toward the woods and motioned for Sam to come with you. You stopped short when the trail suddenly died at the very edge of the trees.
And then Dean’s phone rang again.
“You bring Hank with you, Yiva. Bring him and we’ll see if lover boy stands a chance,” Susi snarled into the phone as soon as you answered.
You huffed, sought words, tried to fight what was happening.
“He’s not gonna last if you waste time trying to figure out a move, lil’ sis. You get your boy. You bring him with. When you are on your way, away from the giant, you give me a call. I’ll tell you where to go.” The phone went silent and you stared at the phone, the unknown number flashing “Call Ended” before the screen went dark.
You turned to Sam, eyes wild with fear. Dean was in trouble. And Hank would be, too, if Susi got her way.
“I’m not letting you go alone.” Sam placed a calm hand on your arm as you tried to make a break for the house. “Y/n, listen to me. Listen…”
“She said alone, Sam. She said Hank...Dean...alone.” Adrenaline coursed through your veins, spreading thick and dropping into the pit of your stomach as you tried to twist away from Sam’s grip. Without adding any extra pressure, Sam pulled you close and held you tight with both hands, turning your body to face him as he ducked low to catch your manic gaze.
“Y/n. Stop. Listen. Think. You cannot give her what she wants. You cannot put Hank in that kind of danger. Dean can take care of himself. I promise you that. No matter what she says. But Hank cannot begin to imagine what it would take to escape whatever trap she’s set, so you do not put him in that space. We don’t put him in that space. Okay?” Sam moved a hand to cup your chin, tilt your face so you were really seeing him, really seeing how he believed his words and needed you to believe them too. “Okay?”
You let out a breath and felt the pin pricks along your skin subside. You let Sam wrap his arms around you, pull you close and hold you tight against his chest. You closed your eyes and let his easy breath calm you. The fear was melting away, but the rage and resolution remained. Susi was going to die, just like Tate. And if Dean was harmed in any way, she’d go slow.
“Plan?”
“Yeah.” Sam let go and walked you back to the house. “She’s close. Has to be. She saw you and me. So inside. Quick.” Sam held the door and took a slow glance into the moonlit night before closing the door behind you.
The blanket wrapped bundle of Hank’s clothes was strapped in the car seat as you pointed the nose of your car down the drive and kicked gravel behind you. Dean’s phone shot an accusation your way from the gooseneck mount attached to your windshield as you held your breath and hit return on the last call. Your own phone sat on the seat beside you, speaker on.
“That’s was quick. Good. Sounds like you’re in a car though. Wish you would have run here, but I get you’re trying to keep little Hank human. More he turns, more he feels his power, harder it would be for you to hold him back, huh?”
“Where Susi? Where am I going?” you barked into the phone, patience stretched thin and close to breaking.
“Alright, don’t bite my head off. Just come on over to the Johnson’s farm. Things are pretty quiet here. We have the place to ourselves now. You be here in five.”
You took a moment to blink and say a quick prayer. Susi must have taken care of your neighbors after that night with Hank and now they were casualties in her sibling rivalry.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes. Can’t drive this car straight through the woods, Susi. Sorry.”
“You drive fast, then. Can’t promise lover boy’s gonna be whole if you show up late.” Susi clicked off and you took a half beat to verify the call was ended.
“You got that Sam?” you called down to the phone on the seat next to you. “You were right. She stayed close. Back where you were looking the other night, with the chickens. You can find it?”
Sam’s words were clipped as he took off in a sprint. “On my way.”
There was no movement in the yard as you pulled down the driveway. You parked a good twenty feet away and shut off the engine, listening to soft clucks from the henhouse as the motor ticked to cool. You sat still, window down, and sniffed at the air while straining to pick up any tiny groan, whimper, muffled grunt.
A shift in the white lace curtains of a front room caught your attention and you stared into the darkened glass for a few moments, hoping you were giving Sam enough time. You took a deep breath and opened the car door, turning back to open the rear passenger door as well. Ducking, you scooped the bundle of clothing into your arms and hoped the scent was enough to throw her off for as long as it took to get Sam in place.
Gravel crunched as you shuffled towards the porch and every fiber in you wanted to turn. Your skin was prickling, ears twitching, bones shifting back and forth as you fought for control. When the front door opened, you stopped dead in your tracks. Dean appeared, fresh claw marks across his face, hand bound behind his back, rag tied around his mouth. His eyes begged forgiveness and you gave a quick shake of your head and returned the sentiment.
“Are you kidding me with this shit right now?” Susi snarled from a spot safely behind Dean. “I said bring Hank. You think that bundle of rags is fooling anyone?”
“Probably not. But at least you didn’t see this right away.” You dropped the clothes to the ground, pulling your hand out and pointing the silver bullet filled pistol in her direction.
Susi growled and shifted further behind Dean. “I should bite him right now, in front of you. Let you see what your selfishness has done.”
“Me selfish? Me? You didn’t have to come for me Susi. You didn’t have to come for Hank. I left the family. I left you all alone to be what you were.” Inching closer, you kept the gun trained just past Dean’s ear.
“Except you didn’t, you bitch. You started hunting. Didn’t you?”
“Never you. Never Tate. Or mom or dad. I stayed away from our homestead on purpose, Susi.”
He shrill laugh cut the air and you realized your mistake.
“You think we never move? You think we don’t grow our pack? I had a mate and pups. Tate too.”
Your mind raced back through all your hunts, ignoring the djinn and witches, sweeping the vampires aside. Three, maybe four werewolf hunts were all you could recall. But that was enough.
“I’m sorry Susi…” you started, voice catching as you remembered the kills.
“You think sorry cuts it? You think ending our line gets forgiven with a sorry?” Susi howled with anger. You saw Dean flinch, trying to duck away from the noise but she held him tight. “Doesn’t matter. I know where he is and I’ll get him when this is over, raise him as my own and teach him how to carry on the tradition. You were never getting out of this alive anyway.”
You screamed a sharp “No!” as Susi bared her teeth, her face contorting, nose elongating, mouth angling toward Dean’s neck. You rushed forward to get closer as fast as you could when a rush of air tickled your nose.
“Now, Y/n!” you heard Sam holler and watched as he planted a hand on the banister and leapt over the railing, racing swiftly to the door before jumping across the threshold and dragging Dean down to the porch.
You squeezed off three shots in quick succession before stepping forward and firing three more at the form slumping against the door jamb. You climbed the steps and watched the life drain out of your sister, saw her face shift back to full human. With her eyes closed she almost looked sweet, like the big sister you always wanted. Fuck her. You kicked the body to check for lifesigns then turned to Sam and Dean, sprawled on the porch.
“Is he bit?” you asked, dropping to your knees beside them. “Dean, did she bite you?”
Sam was just pulling off the gag as Dean rolled to his side, presenting the ropes for Sam to cut. He was sitting up in another instant, arms pulling you close and words rushing to your ear.
“No. No bites. She scratched me when she knocked me out. Must be strong as fuck, because I woke up here and there’s no one else who coulda carried me. You okay?” Dean pushed back, hands tight around your arms as he sought your eyes. “Where’s Hank? Is he alone?”
“I’m good Dean. But we need to get some antibiotics in you. With those scratches, no telling…”
“Hank, Y/n. Where’s Hank?” Dean’s jaw clenched as his brows knit together with worry.
“He’s safe. Garth’s with him.” Sam explained as he stood and offered Dean a hand up. You felt your body weaken when he let go, adrenaline draining and the exhaustion overtaking you. Dean bent to scoop you up and you wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you to the car.
“Garth showed up, huh? That’s great. He was fifty - fifty when I called. Something about Bess.”
You found yourself stretched out in the back seat, leaned up against Hank’s car seat. You waited what felt like hours before the boys climbed into the car, Sam folding himself behind the steering wheel so Dean could keep an eye on you from shotgun. The farmhouse was ablaze in the distance as Sam made his way back to your home.
Sam dug a medicine kit from Baby’s trunk and took Dean inside while you phoned 911 and reported the smoke smell and burning sky you were seeing from your front yard. Dean had a dose of Cipro in him and Sam was washing the facial wounds as you entered your home, wanting nothing more than to hold your son.
“He’s sleeping. Took a bit to get him down. He was all wound up, running around me in circles after you left. But we sang a few songs and played a little catch and before he knew it, his eyes were drooping. You sure you wanna wake him up now?” Garth followed you down the hall and you heaved a sigh of relief as you caught sight of Hank’s sleeping form.
You wiped a few tears from your cheek as you turned, giving a wide smile to Garth before hugging him close.
“Thank you so much for looking after him. I don’t know what I’d do… if he…” You were practically sobbing as Garth held you tight.
“You don’t have to do this alone,” he whispered.
It had been a month since you last saw Dean.
Before that it was three weeks. Two weeks before that time.
And before that it was almost every day while you packed, made arrangements to close up the house, and explained to Hank why you’d be leaving the only home he had ever known.
Phone calls and texts weren’t cutting it but tonight was for celebration and you were damned if his constant delay was going to ruin it for you or anyone else.
The yard was strung with festive lights and tables full of food were spread around so everyone could eat and chatter and play and frolic at will. It was well past anyone’s bedtime but no one was showing any interest in breaking up the party.
Bess was reclined on a wicker settee, three small babes wrapped in her arms and Garth stood over her, grinning like a fool. You were just grabbing another beer from the galvanized metal bucket when the unmistakable rumble of Baby caught your attention.
“Hank!” you called out, breaking your son’s concentration from the game of tag he was playing. “You hear that?” You laughed as he broke full sprint toward the front of the house.
“De!!! Sam!!!”
In another few moments, the Winchesters turned the corner, Dean striding toward you with Hank sat firmly on his hip. Sam stopped at the porch to pay respects to Bess and Garth while Dean pulled you close for a family hug.
“Still no ‘Dad’?” he whispered in your ear.
“He still doesn’t get it. Doesn’t help you’re not around all the time to remind him.” You whispered back before catching Dean’s lips with yours.
“Ewww!!” Hank squirmed from Dean’s grip and dropped to the ground, rushing towards Sam.
“Yeah, ewww! Get a room you two,” Sam teased as he scooped Hank up for another round of hugs.
“Thought you’d be back two weeks ago?” you asked when Dean finally broke free from the kiss.
“Yeah, I know. Me, too. Case went long. But I finally got Sam to agree to a break so we’re here for a while, not just the night.” Dean wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tugged you with him as he headed for Garth and Bess.
“Which you’ve practically missed anyway. And, yeah, like I believe it was you talking Sam into a break.” You hip-checked Dean as he took the first stair and he stumbled a bit up the steps, recovering before gripping Garth’s hand for a shake and pulling him in for a firm hug as well.
“Watch it, missy. Old habits are hard to break.” Dean shot your way. “ Congratulations, Garth. You and Bess did good! You reveal the names yet?” Dean bent to give Bess a kiss on the cheek.
“We really did want everyone here before we said anything, so now’s as good a time as any.” Garth cut the music and whistled for everyone’s attention. Once friends and family were gathered around the porch, Garth settled in behind Bess to begin his speech.
Dean pulled you close, your back against his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist. Sam scooted closer to Dean’s side, Hank situated on his hip with an arm wrapped around Sam’s neck.
“Bess and I wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight. It’s been a real wild few months. As you all know, we welcomed Y/n and her son Hank into our home not too long ago and have been so grateful for all her help during Bess’s pregnancy.” Garth paused to give you big grin and Bess mouthed ‘thank you’ while Dean squeezed you tighter.
“Triplets was a big surprise, but we’re just pleased as punch. Had to scramble for an extra name, though, because we only had Robert and Rufus picked out when we thought we knew it was twins. And the doctor said boys, so… Y/n, I hope you don’t mind.” Garth patted Bess’ shoulder and nodded for her to take over.
“Y/n, it’s been so wonderful getting to know you these past few months and you have been such a huge help to us. We wanted to honor you and I hope find a way to give you back a little of what you lost so long ago.” Garth leaned over to pick up one of the babies and stepped out from behind the seat as Bess continued. “ Y/n, everyone… we’d like to introduce you to our surprise sweet baby girl, Yiva.”
You felt the air rush from your chest as Dean tensed behind you. Susi had never stopped calling you your given name, but you had left it behind years ago when you ran from your family, changing it to try to stay hidden. Now, Bess and Garth were proud to give that strong name to their daughter. Tears were falling from your eyes as Garth came ever closer.
You cradled the sleeping bundle in your arms and smiled through watery eyes at Bess and Garth.
“This is just… I don’t know what to say.”
“Just welcome her to the pack, Y/n,” Garth offered.
You stared into her angelic face and sniffed back a few tears, raising an eyebrow at Garth.
“We hope you didn’t think being here was meant to be temporary. We want you and Hank with us for as long as you want to stay.”
“Garth, Bess, I don’t …”
“Just say yes, Y/n. It’s no use resisting. Look at that face,” Bess laughed as you tried to pull your gaze from Yiva.
Emotions were stirring and you would be lying to say you didn’t, somewhere in the back of your mind, wish this was the little girl you wanted to try for with Dean. But for now, “Welcome to the pack, sweet girl,” you replied, dropping a kiss to her tiny cheek as Dean held you ever closer.
Your small pack was suddenly a whole lot bigger.
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